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Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!

To all the sensual world proclaim,

One crowded hour of glorious life

Is worth an age without a name.

Sir Walter Scott

Lullaby of an Infant Chief

O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,

Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;

The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see,

They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee.

O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo,

O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo.

O fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,

It calls but the warders that guard thy repose;

Sir Walter Scott

The Dreary Change {The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill}

The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill,

In Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet;

The westland wind is hush and still,

The lake lies sleeping at my feet.

Yet not the landscape to mine eye

Bears those bright hues that once it bore,

Though evening with her richest dye

Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore.

Sir Walter Scott

Marmion: Introduction to Canto I

November's sky is chill and drear,

November's leaf is red and sear:

Late, gazing down the steepy linn

That hems our little garden in,

Low in its dark and narrow glen

You scarce the rivulet might ken,

So thick the tangled greenwood grew,

So feeble thrilled the streamlet through:

Sir Walter Scott

Lucy Ashton's Song

Look not thou on beauty's charming;

Sit thou still when kings are arming;

Taste not when the wine-cup glistens;

Speak not when the people listens;

Stop thine ear against the singer;

From the red gold keep thy finger;

Vacant heart and hand and eye,

Easy live and quiet die.

Sir Walter Scott

It was an English Ladye Bright

It was an English ladye bright,

(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)

And she would marry a Scottish knight,

For Love will still be lord of all.

Blithely they saw the rising sun

When he shone fair on Carlisle wall;

But they were sad ere day was done,

Though Love was still the lord of all.

Sir Walter Scott

William and Helen

From heavy dreams fair Helen rose,

And eyed the dawning red:

"Alas, my love, thou tarriest long!

O art thou false or dead?"—

II.

With gallant Fred'rick's princely power

He sought the bold Crusade;

Sir Walter Scott

Cadyow Castle

Addressed to the Right Hon. Lady Anne Hamilton.

When princely Hamilton's abode

Ennobled Cadyow's Gothic towers,

The song went round, the goblet flow'd,,

And revel sped the laughing hours.

Then, thrilling to the harp's gay sound,

So sweetly rung each vaulted wall,

And echoed light the dancer's bound,

Sir Walter Scott

Saxon War-Song

Whet the bright steel,

Sons of the White Dragon!

Kindle the torch,

Daughter of Hengist!

The steel glimmers not for the carving of the banquet,

It is hard, broad, and sharply pointed;

The torch goeth not to the bridal chamber,

It steams and glitters blue with sulphur.

Sir Walter Scott

An Hour With Thee

An hour with thee! When earliest day

Dapples with gold the eastern gray,

Oh, what can frame my mind to bear

The toil and turmoil, cark and care,

New griefs, which coming hours unfold,

And sad remembrance of the old?

One hour with thee.

One hour with thee! When burning June

Sir Walter Scott

Flora Macivor's Song

There is mist on the mountain, and night on the vale,

But more dark is the sleep of the sons of the Gael.

A stranger commanded â€”- it sunk on the land,

It has frozen each heart, and benumb'd every hand!

The dirk and the target lie sordid with dust,

The bloodless claymore is but redden'd with rust;

On the hill or the glen if a gun should appear,

It is only to war with the heath-cock or deer.

Sir Walter Scott

Eleu Loro

Where shall the lover rest

Whom the fates sever

From his true maiden’s breast

Parted for ever?

Where, through groves deep and high

Sounds the far billow,

Where early violets die

Under the willow.

Sir Walter Scott